Understanding how the curse has played out in my own heart has helped me understand my culture as well. On my drive to the grocery store, I pass a bikini barista coffee drive-through. I wonder what desires prompted her to take that job. Is it the affirmation she gets from a stranger leering at her as he orders his coffee? If so, how long do the feelings last, and how does she feel about herself when she goes to bed at night? Did she take the job simply for the money? Was her own view of her mind so little that she didn't think she had anything but her body to use to earn income? Chances are, that's just the tip of the iceberg of the ways she'll let men treat her. She stays chained to the toilet lapping up the waste with the water, either unable to free herself or unaware that there is anything better.Read the rest of this post as her main point is further fleshed out.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
The Bikini Barista and My Own Heart
Wendy Alsup:
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or...like was so true of me...maybe she really liked the taste of toilet water. Maybe she was proud to be there...and with whoever she wants, thank you. And maybe she only thinks about how she wants all the haters to back off. Until one day her tastes change without even asking for it...without at first really liking it...until she's begging for it because nothing else satisfies. So long ago...and yet I remember like I just awoke to life...and pray by His grace to keep remembering so that Rev. 3:17 never proves true.
With all due respect, I think that you need to be less judgmental of people whose lives you do not understand. They are not having sex with the customers for god's sake. They aren't naked. It's just a swimsuit, and of course they are doing it for the money. Smart girls is what they are. Why do you think they all have such nice cars?
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